In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well…

Love: Dark or Darker

A gentle swirl of lifeReveals her motionHypnotic and aliveMoth to the nightDevotee of lightMoon absurdNeon LightFallingDeathFalling
Neon light
!Attainment!
Thirsting for moon
A romantic, a lunatic
Never attaining her love
Never attaining Salvation.Would you rather be the moth
And forget the distant radiant glow
For dear death, for a sudden salvation?
If you would, I understand, times have changed.

I just made a new poem about Narcissists, called “Let’s Play Follow the Leader with the Narcissist!”, to try and make a pic, but my IPAD would not allow me to form any special designs with the words like you do 😦 In fact, I have difficulty even making my poems into proper structured verses. I don’t know if it’s my IPAD, or why it doesn’t cooperate so well. Frustrating at times! Maybe I can try using someone real computer, sometime, and then it might work… Tamara (& Claudia) xx

Every place in every moment is potent with a zillion stories, pictures, poems, music of life and death. I am trying to find my way across the unfathomable ocean of experience and sometimes, I dive into the depths for sunken treasures and dark mysteries. I write. I take pictures. I make music.